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furiously, squeezing and releasing as he turned his finger slowly inside her, then turned it back. She felt it curl, pushing against her from the inside, and let out a half pained gasp. He was as hard as a rock now.  
    He let go of her, grabbed her hips, and pushed. She rolled off of him with a yelp, releasing him. He sat up, pitched forward, and pinned her to the ground by her shoulders, his cock bobbing under his belly as he stood over her on all fours. He put his hand on her collarbone, pressed her down, and slid his other hand around behind her, feeling for the catch on her bra. He found it and popped it free, and almost tore it off her, her breasts spilling free. With almost painful enthusiasm, he pinned her down with his body and sucked her tit into his mouth, squeezing her ribcage with his hands. Her back arched and she kicked her legs under him as she threw her arms around his neck. He moved his other hand to squeeze her free breast and began alternating between them, sucking hard while he squeezed the other. Her panties were soaked, hanging halfway off. She wriggled out of them, pushing them down with her hands, until her bare ass was on the carpet. Josh kicked out of his shorts and lifted up, resting his weight on her belly. She felt him brush against her thigh.  
    “Come on,” she said, “Fuck me!”  
    He leaned over her as he pushed the head of his cock against her slit. The heat of him against her made her quiver, and she bit her lip as he made the first furtive push inside, staring into her eyes as he gave his hips a little roll to thrust his way in. She whimpered and he gasped.  
    “Are you a virgin?”
    She nodded. Then, she sat up, pressing against him, put her hands on his hips, and pushed. With a grunt he sank into her and she threw her arms around his neck and fell backwards, pulling him into her, and threw her legs around him.  
    “Come on, big brother,” she purred in his ear, “Do me right.”  
    That was all he needed. He pumped into her, making her groan. He stopped, a slack look of terror on his face, until she relaxed and touched his cheek, still clamping around his hips with her legs. Grunting like an animal, Josh punched into her, taking her forcefully. Every thrust sent a wave through her, from her sex to the tips of her fingers and toes, and she nearly went limp. Josh fell on top of her, cradling her head in his hands, and his lips met hers. The heat from his kiss surged through her body and met the heat from between her thighs and the sensations mingled, grew. She could feel him pulsing, feel the pressure building as he grunted and strained. She was so hot, she was afraid she would sink through the floor.  
    Her comfortable ecstasy reached a sudden peak, then rolled over it. The world contracted to a tiny point and then spread out. Her body clenched so hard under him that she thought she was going to scream, and when the release finally came, she did, her legs quivering under him. She rolled on a sea of sensation, and when she felt him tighten, thrust into her with all his might, and release, she rolled over another wave and moaned, dragging her fingernails down his back. He kept pumping until the well was dry and went limp, still inside her. He rolled over, pulling her with him, until he was lying on the floor and she on top of him.  
    She slid off of him, landing face down on the carpet, panting. He rested his hand on his belly and stared up at the ceiling.  
    “I just had sex with my sister,” he said he a flat monotone.  
    “Yeah,” she said, “She liked it, too.”  
    She almost fell asleep. He was very quiet. She stood up, standing over him naked. He looked at her with lidded eyes, with the loving indifference a man can show a woman’s naked body only after he’s been inside her. She folded her arms under her breasts, quite deliberately lifting and squeezing them together for his benefit. His cock had a mind of its own, pulsing up into a half-rigid curve.